"Hope deferred maketh the heart sick; The desire accomplished is
sweet to the soul.--PROVERBS xiii, _v._ 12, 19.
I am watching--I am waiting;
And my heart droops sad and low.
No glad message brings me comfort
As the moments come and go.
While the flowers bask in sunshine;
While birds sing on every tree;
I am weary--weary, waiting--
For a message, love, from thee.